They were in his office, having followed him back into the Nether from the mundane park. Max didn’t realise the gargoyle would hit him that hard. “Is he dead?” the gargoyle asked. Max felt for a pulse, found it. “No.” The gargoyle’s shoulders dropped a couple of inches. “We’ve crossed a line, haven’t we?” Max nodded. “Now we’re here, we need to make it count for something. Every Master has a means to get to their Sorcerer’s house in the case of an emergency. We need to find it.” “Will it be an Opener?” “Probably,” Max replied. He wasn’t sure how else a Way could be opened by anyone other than a Sorcerer, using legal magic at least. They both began to rifle through drawers in the desk and then in the cabinets behind them. It was a modest office, decorated with a few paintings of seascapes. The desk was free of personal effects. A tidy man. “Nothing.” The gargoyle abandoned searching the drawers and instead began to sniff about the room. It lifted the corner of the rug with a claw, then pulled the whole thing aside with an excited flourish, revealing nothing but floorboards.
